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voice of the burbs - ray rodriguez lyrics

[intro]
(tylian made the beat)
(y’all i think tylian made the beat)
(that sh*t was hard no cap)
(bad lil’ b*tch with a*)
(bad lil’ b*tch with okay, okay)
(fight!)
okay

[chorus: ray rodriguez]
bad lil’ b*tch with a tommy gun
he’ll run if i tell him sumn’
put the chrome to his face now he talkin to god like he a nun
too much hair so i put it in a bun
f*ck on yo’ b*tch while i’m wearing her bonnet
glocc tell me sumn’ i’m on it
glocc tell me sumn’ i got it
get robbed if he flaunt it
glock 19, .44, hit up yo’ block and go door to door
she twerk on my d*ck in a bungalow
if it ain’t bso, it’s a no go
say you tote them bangers but you run errands for the real gangsters
man, jesus these motherf*ckers think i’m playin’
hold on, let me finish the song
[verse: ray rodriguez]
pull out the drum, make him freeze
like it’s tag or sumn’
b*tch i ain’t broke, are you dumb, stupid or slow
hit up ya’ b*tch
and i’m going raw but i ain’t rolling up, i’m pouring up
mix it with sprite
taking my last trip for the night
flex how i want, because i bought it
give her the d*ck she don’t know what to do with it, make her r*t*rded
make her r*t*rded, uh
make her r*t*rded
four months later, could not give a f*ck about a hater
f*ck it i said it
f*ck with my bro, i’ll f*ck around and dead it
because remember the four letters
b*l to the i*x
these bullet don’t discriminate the, opposite s*x
always been ’bout money and checks
til i met this bad lil’ b*tch
in bed, i talk to her in spanish
later that became her fetish
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
ever since then i’ve seen her with mexicans that look real mean
talking bout mid fade with the sl!ck back
playing games, that’s my knick knack
playing games like tic tac toe
i can not f*ck with that hoe
gave her my love, didn’t get sh*t back
smoke her like a camel pack
i know i’m toxic, don’t ask
but i really do hate that b*tch
maybe it’s because that ghetto sass
or maybe its a*
hold up
d*mn that sh*t was gas
okay
[chorus: ray rodriguez]
bad lil’ b*tch with a tommy gun
he’ll run if i tell him sumn’
put the chrome to his face now he talkin to god like he a nun
too much hair so i put it in a bun
f*ck on yo’ b*tch while i’m wearing her bonnet
glocc tell me sumn’ i’m on it
glocc tell me sumn’ i got it
get robbed if he flaunt it
glock 19, .44, hit up yo’ block and go door to door
she twerk on my d*ck in a bungalow
if it ain’t bso, it’s a no go
say you tote them bangers but you run errands for the real gangsters
man, jesus these motherf*ckers think i’m playin’
hold on, let me finish the song

- ray rodriguez lyrics

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